Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chad and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Thompson Twins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Joey Negro,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.